“Sugar and spice and everything nice. That’s what little girls are made of.” Right? Excuse me while I repeatedly hit my head on the desk. I’m sorry but they cannot be more wrong. I mean, I have mad respect for the girls who know their designer trivia, watch hair and makeup tutorials, are all caught up on Gossip Girl, have hundreds of followers on pinterest, memorize every line and can cry whilst watching The Notebook, instagram their nails/food/coffee/outfit of the day/ selfies/new things they bought. Alright maybe not mad respect for them. But I acknowledge the effort that goes into being that kind of girl. I just would not be caught dead as one.
I’m that girl who’d rather stay home and watch a basketball game than go shopping. The girl who has one wallet and like 2 bags (different sizes) and don’t see the point in having more. I saw tweets from The Notebook about the whole “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird” junk and when I actually watched the movie did not find it cute whatsoever. I will shop anywhere or buy anything that I like or is a good price; brand names do not matter. My tweets are usually sarcastic or witty statements instead of subtweets or announcements about a “girls night with my loves!<3″. I do not enjoy cooking or baking, but I do it when/ because I have to (I won’t get married otherwise, according to my parents). I refuse to get a pinterest or instagram because it’s filled with THOSE kind of girls. I never put more than one color of eye shadow on and no nothing about contour or whatever. And, I do not drink coffee let alone starbucks. I do not enjoy hopeless romantics or sappiness.
But I’ll tell you this. Diamond rings make me happy. I cannot wait to be a mother. Chocolate is life (clearly I mean look at my background). I like growing out my hair. I blush when boybands compliment me in a song. I have seen Titanic 19872351 times (but it’s the only “chick flick” I enjoy particularly because I can empathize with miss Rose DeWitt Bukater). I thoroughly enjoy bubble baths with country music. I’m an English major. I’m a dreamer. I fantasize about Mr. Perfect even if mine is a guy who will debate politics with me and build a tree house for our children. So am I less of a woman?
To be honest, the reason I’m writing this is because I’m confused. And your feedback would be wonderful. So there’s this girl. Total opposite of me. She’s rich (old money), in a sorority, not too intellectual (she’s dumb. Like she spells embarrassing wrong), scared of rain (like how is that possible. Rain is my favorite part of life), spends her entire life/ time online shopping (designer only I presume), is addicted to shows such as Gossip Girl, Glee, and One Tree Hill (and quotes them in her tweets), is always tweeting taylor swift lyrics, knows nothing about sports or politics (except that Romney should’ve won because her daddy said so), bakes (gluten free of course to lose weight), and pins like crazy on pinterest. I’m guessing you get the point. Total opposite of me. She even tweeted and I quote “While everyone is worrying about the election I’ve decided to relieve my own stress by online shopping! #ShoppingSolvesEverything” Just to put things into perspective, I had watched every debate, read several articles, tweeted often criticizing Romney, and had ardently waited for that day to vote in order to let my voice be heard.
Now here is my dilemma. Does that make her more attractive? I always thought it was to my advantage to be “one of the guys” to be able to play 2k with and watch dude movies with, to be the girl who will not drag you shopping or obsess over some thousand dollar heels that you’d have to pay for. To wear minimal makeup in order to appear “real”. I understand that biologically, men are attracted to girls with higher level of estrogen because their instinct seek someone who can carry their children. But is it really more appealing to be like her? I don’t understand.
Btw I don’t find Zac Efron, Ryan Gosling, Justin Timberlake, Channing Tatum, Luke Bryan, Hunter Hayes, or Zain Malik attractive so sue me.
Sam Palladio on the other hand…. he could get it.
Title explained: I wanted to capture the ambiguity involved in being a woman. We have the social expectation of being petite and feminine but in reality most women are free-willed and incredibly emotionally strong. Even we do go crazy from time to time. The views on women are so different from the power attributed to us in recent times. And you can sense the conflict in individuals, struggling to remain feminine whilst creating their identity.